Yeah, no, it’s 100 degrees for the majority of the summer at my house in CA. You can (and usually do) have a ceiling fan going in every room and it’s still 90 inside. Hence why we have actual, normal central air. Set to a normal living temperature, like 78.

Literally closed Huff Post and opened Jez and scrolled all the way around just so I could star this comment.

EXACTLY.

Seriously. I gave a candidate $ for the first time in my life and it would be nice for them to at least pretend I still get to vote for him.

Seriously. How many times-in therapy, in advice columns, in Cosmo, wherever- have we been encouraged to use this phrase with our partners/friends/family when dealing with our relationship issues? It’s a non-combative phrase for a reason.

The Photoshopping is not even that interesting. This looks like a photo series I did in art school about dreams. When I’d been using photoshop for approximately 8 weeks.

But it’s representative of what I picture he looks like in my head when someone tells me how hot he is, so I feel it’s actually an excellent choice.

As the mom of a 4 year old, my major take away from this article was how upset I just got about the idea of 6 year olds seeing an R movie. Join me on my soap box for a moment, will you?

I took my 4 year old this weekend and we both loved it. It kept his attention the whole time, and it was such a sweet story.

Yeah, probably that.

I can't imagine him actually PAYING a designer, though, can you? This is unpaid intern for sure.

I’m sorry! Our neighborhood lost 3 cats and a chihuahua in about a month, and now we’re seeing them regularly. During the day even. It’s rather scary, actually. I only let my other cat go out now if my dog’s in the yard, too.

Wait what the fuck.

Greta. My Russian blue sweetheart was recently consumed by coyotes. But I’m sure she was delicious.

Their marketing team is brilliant. Without fail we watch their commercials and one of us says “damn, I want some seafood, that looks delicious. Let’s go!!” and the other one of us promptly punches the other in the face. Or, you know, the equivalent shut down.

Plus my alcoholic college boyfriend once puked all over a wall as he stumbled out of the one in San Diego one time.

Has anyone? Seriously, who eats there? They have deceptively delicious looking commercials so you go, KNOWING BETTER, and you eat a bunch of delicious biscuits and then everything else tastes like barf.

Did he say he was a “half glass full” guy or did I just hear that wrong? Either way, he looks old AF, is still a tool, and poor Laura looks like she got promised something sparkly for showing up to this.

I totally saw it as his opportunity to literally share the spotlight. He knew the camera was there. I don’t believe he considered it anything but advantageous.

I have hand expressed into paper towels in a stall. Still better than pumping at a public sink. That’s awful. Pumping’s bad enough in front of my husband and WAY too curious toddler.